Luyện nghe bài hát Candy Paint & Gold Teeth

I'm from the south, Hospitality
food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
I'm from the south where the old folks don't mind they business
clubs is our culture we some heavy spenders

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Candy Paint and Gold
Candy Paint and Gold

I'm in on 85, at Annlers' eatin' some Soul Food
County attitude let me know if you down too
Party all night my people
And if yo' ass go hungry man them old folks gon' feed you
I bring drama Sammy Sam, I'm so plain fly
Twista, Do or Die
Car no suit and tie
boy like Willie D
Cartier grains like I'm Pimp C, I hold the flame like Bun B
I from the South that's Ludacris that country shit
Fish and grits, full of bits, wet paint, big rims
You can't help, but done notice it, put the beat in it, dark
I'm coolin' it wit' my bad bitch, she sick ass shit not
Country hair with good manners, Riverdale where we at

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Candy Paint and Gold
Candy and Gold Teeth

Man I'm sittin' low in my old school, and my locs is on, and I'm so
And my top is dropped, so there's no roof and I'm hard as my gold tooth
I'm trill as hell, and I'm heavy set, to the Lord, but don't get it bent
I'm the hood, and I represent, and I turn it up like the deficit
I'm from Texas bitch, Cadillac no bitch
Where we ride on fours, with suicide doors that part no bitch
So you best not us bitch, cause we will get reckless bitch
Catch you on yo' wit' that big black Glock take more than yo' necklace bitch
Tell me who gon' check us, bitch, we outside, for the hood nigga we gon' ride
My gladiators, yeah they go live wit' AR's and them 4 5s
So yo' step, and know yo' place, you ain't trill don't show yo' face
Cause pull and pop, and I'll catch a case, and I'll leave the scene wit' no trace

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Candy Paint and Teeth
Candy and Gold Teeth

Luda!
Fresh out the shop and the coated Cadillac stacked on amazin' wheels
Seats look like I hollered at the Reese's peanut company and made a deal
Trucks shakin' like jelly these honeys ready to check the
Cause I get that cheese, and I sandwich myself the bread
So yo' mind on yo' riches, and get yo' hoes right
in these streets you not safe unless yo' codes right
This southern living is something like you never seen
Ask any hustler his favorite color is money
out tint white wall spinnin'
Lookin' for the ham hock neck bone, collard green, cornbread women
We some country ass certified gangstas in the
you speak about who's hottest watch yo' motherfucking mouth

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Candy Paint and Gold
Paint and Gold Teeth